The tent was swept apart by the gale unleashed by the fist force, and the snow on the ground was tossed several feet into the air.
The man had not expected Shi Lan to react so swiftly or strike so decisively. He failed to dodge in time and was grazed by her fist force on the left shoulder.
"Crack—"
A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out. The shadow flew backward, hurled dozens of yards by the punch and straight out of the camp.
When he hit the ground, the left half of his body had already gone numb. Horrified, he dared not linger; in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the darkness.
Shi Lan stepped into the air and scanned the surroundings. After finding nothing amiss, she could not help frowning.
"Who was that just now?"
Wu Lingkong came to Shi Lan's side. She had sensed the disturbance too, but had not reacted as quickly as Shi Lan.
Shi Lan shook her head. "I couldn't see clearly. But they took one of my punches and still managed to flee so quickly. They're no weakling."
Though the Vajra Divine Fist was only a Body Tempering technique, when driven by Xiantian True Qi, it was still a fist art with peerless offensive power.
Moreover, Shi Lan's true qi was no less abundant than that of an ordinary eighth-level Xiantian Realm martial artist, far surpassing others at the same level. With the Vajra Divine Fist, she was like a tiger with wings.
Even though Shi Lan had struck in haste, she had still put nearly eighty percent of her strength into that punch. The person who had been spying on them had taken the blow and then vanished from her senses in an instant. Their strength could not be underestimated.